Page 93 of Desperate Victory
I twisted to look at him. “How?”
“The Mikhailovskaya head has agreed to take a meeting.” Ezra said, drawing my attention. “We just got the all clear from his people when you sent the message. It will be dinner tonight, we need to go formal and bring a gift.”
Chewing on my lower lip, I considered him and then glanced at Bodhi and Milo before returning to Ezra. “How long do we have?”
Bodhi nodded once. “And how do you want to play it?”
Just like that, the shaking left me as we tackled planning. We were closer. Not close enough, but closer.
We weren’t stopping until we found her.
Chapter
Twenty-Eight
EZRA
The apartment Bodhi arranged for us boasted some decent amenities. It was too small in my opinion, but living on top of each other while we were in Prague wasn’t a problem.
Especially not when Adam kept proving to me he could be a cuddler. I didn’t want to examine that too closely, but I’d woken up more than once, curled onto my side, with him wrapped around me.
I fucking loved it.
I reworked the tie on my tux. The black tie affair was not my idea. The Avtorityet for the Mikhailovskaya organization extended the invitation on behalf of the Sovietnik. The pakhan would not be there.
That was fine. I didn’t want to pay homage to anyone. I merely wanted to secure some support for us on the ground. Speaking fluent Russian got me a lot further than I expected.
“You’re thinking too hard,” Adam informed me as he stepped out of the bathroom shirtless. He already had his dress pants on or I would be reconsidering the knot for this tie.
I shifted a glance to the clock on the wall.
“Don’t even think about it,” Adam informed me.
“Killjoy.”
“Yes, that’s me, the slayer of all things fun for Ezra.” He smirked as he tossed the hand towel he’d been drying his face with back into the bathroom then shut off the light.
“I mean… not the worst thing I’ve ever called you.” I caught him shaking his head via the mirror as I tied the black silk one more time.
“You’re butchering that.” The dry advice had me rolling my eyes, but Adam was pulling on his own silk shirt.
Before I could respond, a light knock on the door pulled my attention. Bodhi and Milo knocked a lot harder than that. “Come on in, Kotyonok.”
Adam pivoted, drawn by that invisible tether that connected us to Lainey. An awareness of her that we always had to maintain and when she was there, that was where we focused.
The door opened to reveal her in a stunning green dress. The deep emerald shade added something almost elusive to her. I twisted around to get a good look at the dress.
It was a simple sheath with a halter top. Everything about the way the silk moved with her had me wanting to stroke my hands over her. A pair of green heels peeked out from under the dress as she moved.
Fuck me, she didn’t even have a hint of panties on under there.
She coughed lightly and I jerked my gaze up to find her watching me with amused eyes.
“You look gorgeous,” I told her. She’d styled her hair up and pinned. It emphasized the column of her throat that the halter encircled like a collar. Blood pulsed to my dick.
They were both beautiful. It wasn’t fair. I was gonna spend this whole evening with a damn hard-on.
“You do look beautiful,” Adam murmured as he closed the distance and brushed the corner of her mouth with a kiss. It was a gentle touch, possessive but not proprietary. “You sure you’re up for this tonight?”